Blackbird (Part Two)
Disclaimer: The Winchester boys aren't mine, but I'd make Dean wear his boots all the time if they were.
Word Count: 11647
Pairings: Dean/OFC (HET)
Rating: NC-17 (Language, sex, angst and a pool table.)
Spoilers: Technically, this takes place after "Simon Said" and covers everything through to the beginning of "No Exit" but there are references to things mentioned in later episodes. I'd say up to "Born Under a Bad Sign" to be safe.
Miscellaneous: This is the sequel to Bad Connection, the fourth story in the Gobsmacked 'Verse.
Summary: Winchesters don't take losing lying down and they know how to play the odds - but some things out there are stronger than luck.
Beta(s): wenchpixie is the yang to my yin and there's nothing I could do in this fandom without her; as always, she rallied the troops, made certain I took care of myself and gave me lovely notes. ysbail once again provided much needed direction regarding the opening scene and, as she always does, made me smile because we really do have the same taste in music. embroiderama assisted me with characterization (as I've never written Bobby before) and reassured me about the smut. miconic grappled with my commas and my use of conjunctions; I should be fined every time I think about using "and" in a sentence but she's the reason why you'll never know this. noirbabalon provided me with insight into Dean's character and single-handedly battled my desire to make him schmoopy. meri_oddities is not only one of my Dean meta partners in crime but she also reviewed the document for me. misskatieleigh also helped me with a wee character issue for Dean. And they all did this in less than 48 hours. For a 11,000+ word fic. Everything in this story rocks because of them. The mistakes? Those are all me.
Series Links:
Gobsmacked / Cloudbusting / Dizzy / Bad Connection / Blackbird / Winter
The conversation with Bobby had gone better than Dean hoped that it would, especially with Sam there filling in numbers from some of the different patterns he’d figured out the night before. It was all still a shot in the dark but it was something to worry about besides the fact that some secrets were so big they should never be shared.
Sam set himself up with Bobby’s James Bond DVD collection after they were done, preparing for an all-nighter on the couch in the living room. Bobby helped Dean get his things and set them in the small room where Bobby was letting him shack up with Penny but that didn’t keep Bobby’s eyebrows from rising up underneath the brim of his baseball cap when Dean carried in Penny’s things. Penny wasn’t there. Bobby excused himself and said he had to go take care of something in the yard.
Dean grabbed a new pair of boxers out of his bag and headed across the hall to the bathroom. He turned the water on as hot as he could stand, scrubbing so hard his skin was red. Things were so goddamned complicated that he just wanted to go somewhere and think. The water pounded into his shoulders, loosening some of the tension, but it didn’t do jack for the ache in his gut whenever he thought too damn much.
The water was still hot when Dean stepped out, rubbing the towel along his arms before wrapping it around his waist. Picking up his clothes along with the new pair of boxers he forgot to put on, Dean padded across the hall. There was a dim line of light spilling out from the room and he could hear Penny humming inside softly when his hand touched the doorknob. The humming stopped and the door swung open, Penny standing before him wearing nothing but the charm and a towel held loosely underneath her arms.
Dean swallowed. Penny dropped the towel before the door was fully closed, grabbing him by the hand and leading him towards the small bed, and turned off the lamp on the nightstand. The only illumination in the room was the moonlight coming through the window, spilling over her skin and her curly hair as she stretched out against the mattress. Dean would have sworn her whole body glowed a little when he lay down on top of her and she wrapped her arms around his back; his hands on her shoulders had the same sheen.
“You’re all warm,” she whispered, fingers moving down the lines of muscles on his back. Her hands moved down past his hips, gripping onto his ass, before coming back up and stopping to rest at his waist. Her mouth opened up underneath his, a will-o-the-wisp sigh escaping past her lips as her nails gently scratched up his sides, while his hands pressed her shoulders down into the pillow. He moved his hands down to her breasts, felt the nipples rise in his palms as his lips brushed against her neck. Penny had her fingers in his hair as he started moving lower, dropping his mouth down to lick a stripe between her breasts. “Dean?”
He looked up at her, green eyes softer than he’d ever remembered seeing them. “Yeah?”
“My good luck came back the morning you showed up on my doorstep.” And her fingers were underneath his arms, pulling his mouth back up to hers. She claimed it quickly, rolling him gently onto his back, and braced herself on top of him; her tongue moving so fast in his mouth it was almost a glimmer against his, there and gone before he could blink. The words registered and he was pushing her up by holding her upper arms, staring up at her.
“Are you sure you didn’t whack yourself a couple of times?”
Penny smiled down at him, one hand brushing his cheek. Her mouth came down to his again, just a light touch against his lips before she pulled back up to touch her forehead to his. “Now I want to tie you up and gag you.” Penny’s mouth was a curve against his cheek and she shifted just enough to caress his cock with her pussy, rocking slowly against the length of him. “At least then you’ll shut up long enough for me to tell you that I love you,” she added, pulling herself away when Dean tried to push himself inside because the only other option was to run and there was no way in hell he wanted to do that, even with his father’s voice screaming No in the back of his head.
“Pen - ” Dean began, but her mouth cut him off again when she kissed him.
“I’ve already said it, Dean Winchester.” Penny touched him lightly on the chin with a closed fist. “No take backs.” Before he could react, her lips were on his neck as her thighs slipped across either sides of his, her tongue flickering against his pulse as her hand slipped between them to encircle his cock. His body bent backwards against the mattress when her mouth kept going lower, lips stopping to lick scars on their way down his abdomen while her hair swept up behind, until she took the tip of his dick into her mouth.
She drank him in slowly, one inch at a time until her lips were resting at the base of the shaft, and it felt like her entire body shivered every time his pulse rushed through his veins. Penny’s hands were on his hips, scratching slowly in sensitive spots, until she brought her right hand across to meet her lips. She began to move her head up and down, speeding up when his breath caught and slowing down every time his back arched, and the whole time her tongue flicked out against the tip of his cock whenever her lips were around his glans.
He needed to devour her, push his tongue up inside her cunt while she squirmed on it. “Come here,” Dean rumbled, and he bent up to grab her thigh; fingers digging deep until she got the message and started turning around. Penny never stopped sucking even when she settled her pussy above his mouth and hot breath whirled around his dick when Dean gripped her ass, tongue already digging deep inside as she groaned around his cock. After she spasmed twice against his tongue, Dean began sucking on her clit and pushed two fingers inside her cunt.
She worked his cock like she was possessed, one hand on his balls while the other cupped his dick when her mouth wasn’t there, the pressure coursing from his pelvis down both of his thighs and through his belly. Even when he felt her hips stiffen and her body jerk, Penny’s lips and mouth and tongue played against him like a dare and suddenly he was groaning, pushing his dick up into her mouth and not even trying to stop the harsh gasps that made her shudder every time his breath flashed across her clit. She swallowed it all, everything, until he was limp in her mouth. She didn’t stop licking him until his cock was clean.
“Jesus,” he managed. Penny gave a small laugh and shifted so that she could rest her head against his chest. Her hand traced circles on his stomach and the only thing he could do was join her, a low chuckle. “You don’t do things by halves, do you?”
“Not with you.” Penny leaned up to kiss his shoulder. And when he looked at her, Penny Hillsworth was a pale shimmer, almost translucent from the light filtering into the room past the curtains, with an Algiz rune glittering around her neck. “I’m yours, Dean Winchester,” she added, staring him square in the eyes. He could feel the flush breaking out all over her body.
“Oh, you’re fucking mine,” he answered slowly. “And you are lucky.”
“You really think so?”
“Damn straight. A lesser man would have taken one look at you and thrown you back in for something a little bigger.” Penny smiled when he was the one who brushed her cheek with his hand. “And that’s not even taking into account your anger management issues.”
It wasn’t the answer she was asking for but Dean wasn’t ready yet to tell her that sometimes, when she was laying next to him and he could feel her heart beat, there was a little bit of hope knocking on Dean Winchester’s door.
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All three of them were uncomfortable as hell.
It wasn’t just the scene that they’d witnessed in the Roadhouse. Walking into a fight between Jo and Ellen wasn’t high on Sam’s list of fun things to do but they walked out with another job - something murdering blonde girls in Philadelphia - and all they could do was stare at each other in the parking lot. Angry voices were still coming from the bar and the only thing that kept Penny from marching back inside, a determined look on her face, was Dean’s hand on her arm. Even after they moved Penny’s things from the trunk of the Impala into the Bug, Dean making cracks about the color being the kind of thing a tree-hugging hippie chick would drive, no one turned away or said anything.
Sam knew why it was so hard for Dean to leave Chicago after spending three days of his own with Penny Hillsworth. She even had Bobby Singer playing some crazy version of Monopoly called Illuminopoly and the older man hadn’t even complained when she and Dean burned the plastic hotels and houses using the acetylene torch out in the garage because Dean thought they would look cool. Tommy had warned him about Penny, how she had a way of getting into the cracks - just like my mom could, her older brother had said. Once Penny’s inside, you’re going to get caught up in a whirlwind and you won’t want it to stop.
“I…” Penny’s hands were stuffed into her jeans’ pockets. Dean was watching his shoes until she opened her mouth, head whipping up to look at her. “I asked Bobby to make these for me yesterday.” She pulled something out of her right pocket and Sam saw the glint of metal against sunlight as Penny tossed it to Dean. Then he was the one reaching for the spark arcing in his direction. “One for each of you.” Dean stared dumbly into his palm and Sam’s throat got dry when he realized that she had just given them both a set of keys. “The big one will open the front door. The small one is for my apartment,” she said.
“Penny,” Sam began. He hadn’t had keys since Stanford. “You didn’t have to…”
“Of course I didn’t have to,” she said briskly, glancing at Dean. They both smiled at that. “But I have it on pretty good authority that Chicago’s on the way to lots of places,” Penny added. “Now you’ve both got a place to stay there.” Her green eyes twinkled but Sam couldn’t tell if it was from the angle of the sun or something else.
He was going to thank her but Dean was crossing the dusty lot with the biggest steps Sam had seen him take and suddenly Penny was standing on her tiptoes, arms flung around Dean’s shoulders, without either of them speaking a word to each other. Sam walked away, turning his back, so that all he could hear was the murmur of their voices. He didn’t want to listen to the actual words; it had been hard enough the last time just watching Dean.
Sam turned around when he heard a car door close, averting his eyes until Dean’s back no longer greeted him from the rolled-down window. “You going to say goodbye or not, Sammy?” Dean asked, voice roaring across the parking lot. He grinned and shook his head, joining Dean by the door and half-leaning in so Penny could reach out and hug him around the neck.
“You take care of each other, Sam.” Her voice was low in his ear. “Don’t let him drink too much tequila when he’s playing pool,” she added, squeezing his arms with a laugh. “He likes to make up new rules.” Penny sighed and let go, smiling up at him despite the tears standing in her eyes. She didn’t say anything after that, just turned the key in the ignition and waited for them to step back before she pulled out.
Penny stopped the car right before turning out of the parking lot, abruptly leaning out the window and waving at them furiously. Sam had to look away, eyes drawn to Dean. His older brother stood there with his jaw clenched, not saying anything, but Dean glanced at Sam when the grumble of the Bug’s motor grew so distant he could no longer hear it. “Let’s go,” Dean said. “Got a girl or two to save.”
Dean slid into the driver’s seat, skin still stretched across his jaw, and Sam joined him in the front seat after taking a breath. Sam waited until they were on the highway. “You want me to drive for awhile?” Sam asked softly.
“Nope,” Dean returned, leaning down to turn on the radio. His eyes widened and he actually grinned wryly, right side of his mouth quirking up as a lone guitar meandered throughout the car. Dean started singing along with the radio when the words started, his smile growing wider as they hit the open road. He looked at Sam like he should be singing, too, but Sam just laughed and shook his head. “Hey, Penny loves this song,” Dean explained between verses.
“Nice try,” Sam observed.
“I’m fucking serious, Sammy. You think I’d listen to The Beatles unless I was trying to get into some chick’s pants?”
“You used to listen to Britney Spears.”
“I used to watch the video with the sound turned off!” Dean chuckled. “And I was thinking about getting into her pants the whole goddamn time.”
Sam smiled and leaned back against the seat, elbow on the window. He propped his chin on his hand while he watched the scenery fly by. When he closed his eyes, Sam could have sworn his father was sitting between them; it was Dad’s voice he heard singing along with Dean instead of the guy on the radio, a memory that didn’t make his throat ache. But when he glanced sideways at Dean, watching his older brother smile and tap his thumbs on the steering wheel in time to the music, Sam’s throat hurt just like it did when they pulled out of Chicago.
How can I help him if I don’t understand what he has to go through?
Sam still couldn’t answer the question but he guessed that, if anyone could, it would be Penny in the end.
The next story in the series is Winter.
A/N:
The title of the story is one of my favorite Beatles’ songs.
I may burn somewhere for making Ash an Air Supply fan.
No, the Old Ones aren’t those Old Ones. It’s one of the more common names for faerie. Although…watching the Winchesters take on Cthulhu itself could be an amusing crossover one day. I won’t be writing it. How many ‘verses do I have at this point? It’s better not to ask.
I deviated from canon by having Penny suggest the search that lets Ash and Sam find Scott Carey before “Hunted.” It just made sense for her to make the observation about widening the search simply because a larger area would provide more evidential support for patterns. (Besides, she wasn’t content to just hijack my plot. Now she’s moving on to Kripke’s…) On the other hand, Penny’s hijacking allowed Sam the opportunity to show that relying on Ash for research support hasn’t liquefied his brain.
And, yes, I did do research on the number four. I owe a great debt to the website Bible Numerics.
The Big Mac strikes again! Love you, wenchpixie!
Algiz is one of the Futhark runes; to whit: “A very powerful protection rune, a warning for intruders. The so called ‘horror helmet’ is a combination of four R’s in a cross arrangement with the spikes outwards. This rune is also connected to spiritual animals, and protects its bearer against evil forces.” It seemed appropriate given Dean’s fears for Penny.
Illuminopoly really does exist. It’s twisted and wrong and my husband and I did actually buy a copy of Monopoly and torch our houses and hotels.
I should add that what Penny does to get drunk isn't smart...and I don't know medically if it would actually work.